"And that is why
you aren't allowed to date until you're 18," said Crab Mother to little
Angelina Crab, both of whom were crabs. In their ugly green minivan, straight
into a blinding sunset, they were driving back from junior high swim practice.
Crab Mother wore her mean-mugging Ray-Bans, and little Angie just
squinted.

"But I really
like Edward," Angelina protested.

Crab Mother pulled
into their dismal suburban driveway. "And I really liked your father,
sweet pea." Her claw jerked the car into park. "If he really likes you,
he'll wait around. Now go in and call for a pizza. Mommy's head
hurts."

Angelina unbuckled
and obeyed. Crab Mother leaned over the wheel and pinched between her
eyestalks.

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